Maurinho is restless like the warm night wind.
Eyes burned by the coconut
Brislene falls asleep
Cida fits herself into Cero’s lap and whispers,
on Nivrea’s knee
“Here there is no violence. Here we are safe.”
Projects
Philosophy of Wealth
Rooms Hidden by the Water
An Agreement in Havana
Kitchen Talks
The Street
Travels under the earth
A Market
Private Museum in the Louvre
Innocent Shores
Unspoken Destinies
Po More
Our Land – Bright Humility
Jesus stands on
the Swedish side
Eyes burned by the coconut
Ballad of Lapland
Sweet Song of Harlem
A Voice without letters
Warm Solitude
